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Icarus PrimeCitadel One, Grandmaster of Vision's office
14:00 Icarus Prime Central Time
The door leading into the Grandmaster's office opened, and two Milita soldiers walked in. They took their positions on both sides of the doorway, and lowered their guns by their sides. A few seconds passed, and confusion started to fill the room as no-one entered. One of the soldiers peeked outside, and then quickly took his position again as if he saw a ghost. A small man walked into the room, his chest plaque adored with my rankings. The EOM Governor of Icarus Prime, Gallius was holding a large pack of paper documents in his hand. He walked up to the desk of the Grandmaster, and the soldiers closed the door behind him. When he reached the desk, Gallius threw the documents onto the desk, and then sighed in relief. "Alexius Harakam, Grandmaster of Vision. I am so happy to finally meet you again. It has been ages since our last meeting." His voice had no signs of sarcasm, and the usually arrogant human accent wasn't noticable either. He looked around the room, and then pulled up a chair in front of the desk. Hesat down, and reached for a terminal in his pockets.
"Your deeds didn't go unnoticed grandmaster. Neither did the sacrifices of your men." He pointed at the documents on the table. "This is all the administrative bullshit I went through just for you. But I am sure it was worth it." He cleared his throat, and opened a file on his terminal. The small holoprojector fizzled to life, and the text appeared in the air between the two men. "As of this day, on the 298th Imperial Year, on the fifth month's twenty fifth rotation, I, Emperor Thorisan, grant you the title of Primus General. With this title comes many responsibilities and - yada yada, whatever! You get teh gist of it." Gallius swiped the file over to the Grandmaster's own terminal. "In a nutshell, you are no longer auxilaries. After your participation in repelling the Vespen, the Emperor was notified about your actions, by me if I may add, and this letter is your offical recognition in the army." He leaned back in the chair, and crossed his fingers in his stomach. Gallius sat in silence for some time and then continued. "Not all of are xenophobiacs. If you keep helping the EOm like this, I am sure that you'll raise through the ranks quickly. You and your men could become prime examples of the Emperor's grace, and that co-operation is the only way to achieve your freedom. But don't go around waving that certificate. Most of the high-ups are still accustomed to xenophobic customs, and it certainly wouldn't help if you pressed them."
He stood up from the chair and palced his hands on the desk, leaning closer to the grandmaster. "Of course, I expect you to repay the favor on a later date. Whilst I beleive that I made the right choice, if it ever comes down to shit hitting the fan, I want myself to be no part of this whole thing. Let's just hope that doesn't happen." He took a deep breath and put on a more friendly face "Now go and celebrate with your men. You earned it." With that he packed the doucments together and picked them up once again. One of teh soldiers rushed to his aid, and grabbed the pack from his hands to help. Gallius replied with a simple nod and headed towards the door. Before leaving the room he turned back once more to adress Alexius Harakam. "Enjoy tonight. Tomorrow you are being relocated to Sector 17. You'll need your men's spirit to be as high as possible." Then the door slam shut.
Sub-Quantum SpaceInbound to Martine Kell's terminal
Incoming Transmission
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[CLASSIFIED INFORMATION]
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[SECURITY CODE MATCH]
[ID MARTIN KELL]
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[DATA DECRYPTED]
<This material is highly secretive, and has been encoded with Level 5 security measures. Any attempts at decrypting the data by unathorized hands will result in the data being expunged. Handle with caution.>
To Spymaster Martin Kell
Since your departure from the Capital we've receiving troubling news from other spymasters. It is hard to reach our agents in such a remote location like Konev's sector, but the interference occasionally allows a few long range messages. As you may or may not have heard, rebel activity has been increasing in many ares of the Empire, especially in sector 17, YOUR sector. We cannot allow that to happen to the Crayven worlds, so you must press on Konev to reveal everything he knows, and extract every bit of data you can from the auxilaries. We are also sending the 87th fleet to Admiral's rest to form a defensive blockade in case rebel activity gets out of hand. I expect you to keep things in check whilst you stay there, and to possibly root out the rebellion in the system alltogether. You must also continue working on getting rid of Admiral Konev and his influence on the system, or we may have to use the local forces to seize control. I am hopeful that you can complete your task succesfuly, and that we will not have to resort to violent actions like that.
Inqirius Jol
Gargan HomeworldHigh orbit, orbital command station
19:46 Standard Imperial Galactic Time
A moment of silence. From the view of the command deck, the destruction of the EGS Commercial Hub looked spectacular. Spectacularly devastating. The thin lines of dust started to form a ring, any the dying station kept spewing out more and more particles or frozen water and chlorine. The orbital command looked as if it drifted on top of this debris stream. "Give the order to end the station. I don't like dying things." One of the operators nod, and sent a message to the battleships in orbit. Half a dozen railgun shells impacted on the station at the same time, and it gloriously exploded into a mass of broken metal and biomass that could be seen even from the planet's surface.
"Give orders to land all forces on the surface. We will tighten security in every area. No street should be left without a soldier in it." Militiantus Dominik gave orders on the bridge. His cold face betrayed his feelings: a burning harted towards the Gargans. The only thing that stopped him from bombing the planet into oblivion was the many human souls on the planet. He didn't want a massacre under his command, but the Gargans didn't give him much of a chance. "Also notify the carriers to deploy all the VTOL gunships, as well as the Police ones. Make sure to equip all with a machine gun: I want these bloody xenos to fear our machines of war. We perfected the art of murder for thousands of years, so lets put it to a good use."
He grabed his beard and started stroking it gently. It was his giveaway of thinking hardly before making a decision. "Also make sure to notify the populus about the curfew rules. Anyone owho isn't human looking enough that is out on the streets after 8 and before 6 should be shot on sight, no questions asked. This goes for the Militia and the gunships as well."
An officer walked into the bridge, and handed a small data pad to Dominik. The casualty report of the EGS station. The Militiantus clecnhed his hands, and angrily dismissed the offcier. "Make sure that the battleships above the cities keep live ammo loaded all times, and let them initiate lockdown mode. Martial law is now in effect in all cities. Keep the searching lights going on at night, and always have someone watch the heat sensors. Make sure the ships jam all communications going in or out. If the rebels want to play, then they must come out of hiding to communicate." Dominik smiled fondly at his master plan. He was sure that this would force the hand of the Gargan rebels to coume out of hiding and attack them head on. Or at least try to be even sneakier and as scuh reducing their effectiveness. "Yes, let them face us head on, when they stand no chance."
"Is that all Militiantus?" The officer looked up from his terminal, and waited for a response. "Yes, that is all. Give the order to mobilize. And keep me updated on the situation hourly!" With that, Militiantus Dominik walked away from the officer, and took his palce on the elevated deck that oversaw the whole room. He sat down in his chair, and tried to hide his anger by drinking whisky straight out of the bottle. he knew that it was going to be a long, long week for him and everybody else. But he will prevail.
Fish of Oblivion
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I figured you guys needed (another) lighthearted and fun orinted character. Plus it was the most original thing I could come up with at the time.